Sir Albert the Egghead

Sir Albert the Egghead was in an arena somewhere 'tween Frisco and Old Pasadena Determined to joust with the best of the knights who'd ever assembled near Frisco to fight He rode in on a sleek thoroughbred, oh so gallant Awaiting his chance to show off his great talent When into the picture a-ripping and raring Roared Hal the Computer on a steed with eyes glaring Now Sir Albert the Egghead was deft with a sword Many a foe, brave and worthy, he'd gored But Hal the Computer was stealthily stealing Sir Albert the Egghead's plot to be dealing A deadly steel thrust into Hal's data system To render Hal helpless, unless he would miss him Yet the brainiac foiled Albert's dastardly plot And cracked the Egghead's brain-shell in two with a bot What's the point of this story? --to tell you straight out That machines can joust better than us, there's no doubt!